Hot Tub Ch. 05: Hot Tub For Six

Emily here. Boy, this story just keeps getting better and better! I've told you about Paul and Sara, and how they've shared their home and bed with me. I've told you about their son Jeff, who I'm pretty sure will be my future husband (although he doesn't know that yet!). And I've told you about Elly, the woman who shared Paul and Sara's bed ten years ago and who now shares theirs and mine. They've all given me all the sex I need, which I appreciate, but they've also given me love and compassion and tenderness and concern, which is far more important. We all love each other, heart and body and soul.

Which is why it was only natural that when Jeff got home before Christmas, and we'd celebrated our reunion in bed, that I told him that Elly had the hots for him.

I'd picked him up at the airport. When I saw him coming down the stairs, I ran up and practically knocked him over. He looked great, with a California tan and the biggest grin I've ever seen on a guy. We had a quick fondle, then I drove him home. Five minutes after we walked through the door, we were naked and under the covers in the guest bedroom. "Fuck the foreplay," I whispered into his ear. "We'll save that for later."

"Afterplay is the new foreplay?" he asked with a smile.

"Right now, yes." I grabbed his cock and positioned the cap at my entrance, and he did the rest. He must have set a record for cumming. I was wet enough to enjoy it, although I didn't cum when he did. But that was all right. I figured he needed it more than I did, and I knew that once his lust burned off, he'd make it up to me. And he did, too! His face was in my crotch so fast that there wasn't enough time to get the bed wet, and he demonstrated that he'd remembered everything I taught him about eating pussy. Since the last orgasm was just for him, this one would be just for me, and I let him transport me to ecstasy. When I came, the bed got wet, after all; I just couldn't help it. I got Jeff's face pretty wet, too, to his surprise and delight. By that time, he was hard again, and wanted to enter me right away, but my clit was still buzzing from my climax. So I laid him down on his back and slipped his cock into me as I straddled him. That way, I could get his cock deep into me, right against my G-spot, while I gave my poor clittie a break. He didn't seem to mind.

I rode him that way for a few more minutes, and then felt his cock twitch again as his body suddenly tensed. I gave my clitoral hood a good squeeze, pulled it up, and pressed my button, and came myself. And then I eased myself down onto him. We kissed tenderly and thanked each other for our orgasms.

That's when I whispered into his ear, "Elly's here, you know."

"Yeah, I know. We spoke on the phone, last time I called home. Where is she now?"

"At the college library. She's catching up on publications that she can't find in Russia." I paused, and then added, "She wants to fuck you, you know."

"She what?"

"You heard me."

"Jeez, Emily! The last time we had this conversation, I ended up screwing Mom!"

"You didn't object to that, did you?"

"Well, no. We both had fun."

"She tit-fucked you, you mean."

He grinned. "Yeah. That was great! No offense, Emily."

"None taken. And Elly's got tits, too. Nice ones. If I had a cock, she'd be tit-fucking me, too."

"Are you sure you won't have a problem with my...?"

"Shit, no. We'll have Elly sleep here tonight, and I'll sleep with your folks."

And that's what we did. When the family collected at dinner, we sorted out the sleeping arrangements. Elly was very pleased to see Jeff again, although she managed to avoid the my-how-you've-grown remarks we all knew she was thinking. We repaired to the hot tub after dinner, taking our wine with us. Sara produced a joint and we smoked it as we soaked. As usual, we all started to get randy, and soon we were groping each other. We decided to give Sara a real treat: as Jeff supported her head and Elly and I held up the top of her body, Paul lifted up her ass, and let her stretch supine in the water. Still supporting her, Paul nuzzled his way to her crotch and started tickling her slit with his tongue. Meanwhile, Elly and I each took a breast and gave her long nipples the workout we knew she loved, biting them and sucking on them hard enough to lift her boobs into perfect cones. The sensation of floating in the water with three mouths on her was enough to send her off to a climax that practically knocked us all out of the tub. Water was sloshing everywhere.

"God," Sara said in a trembling voice. "I think I just peed."

"Well then, I guess we'd better get out of the tub soon," I said. We guided her to one of the seats and let her recover. I saw Elly look at me, and I gave her a wink. Satisfied, she moved over to Jeff and gave him a long, long kiss. Startled, he looked at me. I smiled at him. He smiled back, and then gave Elly his full attention. The two stood up, and I saw that Elly was holding Jeff's erect cock, stroking it gently. He's a goner, I thought. It's a good thing Jeff and I changed the sheets on the guest bed, because it's going to be occupied very soon. And very, very wetly, if I knew Elly.

So Paul and Sara and I left them there and proceeded up to the master bedroom for more fun and games. The game tonight was "G-Spot Race," where we girls would lay down on each side of Paul. He'd kneel between us and slip a hand into each woman's slit and tickle our G-spots. The first woman to cum wins. The second woman to cum wins, too! (And Paul would always win, as well. The sight of two females writhing in pleasure, one on each side of him, never failed to arouse him. Sometimes the game was so erotic for him that he'd cum without even touching himself, his cock spurting jism onto the bed and whatever hapless female body part that was there.)

Usually, I'd cum first, but Sara already had a big head start, so tonight was her turn to take the gold. She celebrated by masturbating Paul to a climax as he diddled me to one. His cum landed squarely between us on the bed. Big laundry day tomorrow, but who cares?

"I wonder how Jeff and Elly are doing?" Sara mused.

"Well, he came in me twice when I got him home, so I expect he has a little staying power."

"He'll need it," Paul said. "Elly couldn't take her eyes off his cock when we were in the tub."

"She has more than her eyes on it now," Sara said. "She's probably got her cunt lips on it."

"Or her tits," I added. We all laughed, and gradually fell asleep.

Well, now that there were five in the house already, and Jessie was expected home for Christmas, it was obvious that we were running out of beds. So after Jeff went off to do some Christmas shopping and I went to the gym for my usual three hours of tennis practice, Paul and Sara went down to the furniture store and got one of those sofas that turn into a double bed, and installed it in the living room. They'd just gotten it set up when I came back. We flipped coins to determine who would break it in, and Elly and I won. You should have seen the look on Jeff's face when he came home that afternoon, with an armful of boxes, to see two women humping each other on the new piece of furniture. Sara and Paul were nowhere to be seen, of course, since they were doing the horizontal tango on their own bed. Jeff stripped and stroked his cock as he watched us, and Elly and I finally took pity on him and blew him. With two tongues on his cock, he came like Mount Saint Helen's, and it was all we could do to lap it up before it hit the floor and stained the rug.

I'm sure glad it was Jeff and not Jessie who walked in on us. She came in the next day. Somebody must have talked to her in the meantime, because she was a lot nicer to me. We spent a long afternoon talking in the kitchen over coffee and crackers.

"Emily, I'm sorry I snapped at you last summer. It's just that, well, things weren't easy for me right then."

"Sara told me about your boyfriend breaking up with you."

"Yeah, that. It wasn't just that he broke up with me, it was the way he did it. He wouldn't tell me, but got my best friend to tell me. She had the hots for him, too, so there was a lot of spite there, because she didn't get him, either. I thought I'd lost two friends, not just one."

"That's a bitch, for sure."

"Totally. And that week I had the PMS from Hell, too. I was really counting on fucking somebody ... it makes the cramps go away. But that wasn't going to happen. It was just me and my Midol, and the Midol wasn't working."

"I guess I'm lucky. I never had heavy periods, let alone PMS. They tell me that's common with athletes ... light periods, I mean."

"And it's probably been a long time since you weren't fucking somebody at least once a day!"

"Yeah. Almost a year. Except for Thanksgiving. Does that still bother you?"

"You know, it doesn't. I've had some time to think about it. I think I'm down with it now, at least with you and my parents, and Jeff."

"And Elly, too."

"Really? Well, that doesn't surprise me. I remember thinking how much you reminded me of her."

"How did you and Elly get along when she lived in your house?"

"It was weird. I didn't know how to deal with her. Sometimes, she'd be like a big sister, and other times she'd be like another mother. I was ten, I guess, and was having the usual issues with my mother that ten-year-old girls have. So Elly probably got caught up in that, too. And I knew she was screwing my parents."

"You knew?"

"Well, duuh! They tried to keep it from us, but we kids knew. Jeff figured it out first. I was really conflicted about that. I mean, Elly couldn't be my big sister and be fucking my father, too. But I guess it's cool with me now."

"I'm glad you think that way. Our household is a little ... irregular."

"I'll say. So, do you guys just fuck all the time, like bonobos?"

I smiled. "That's an interesting way to put it. But it's not casual sex. We love each other very, very much. Sometimes we express it sexually. I can't explain it any other way."

"I envy you. Not that I'd want to screw my parents. Or Elly, either, or you. I'm just not wired that way. I think that's part of what was freaking me out last summer. I thought you were going to make a pass at me. My feminine self-image was already taking a beating, what with my shit-for-brains boyfriend dumping me, and I wasn't going to be anybody's dyke, either."

"That's OK. I don't even think in those terms. I think I'm pretty feminine, even though I don't have any boobs to speak of. I mean, not all female athletes are dykes, you know. And Sara and Elly are as feminine as they come."

"Hey, Emily, I didn't mean that you were a dyke. Forget I said that."

"No offense taken. What I meant to say was that this whole dyke-femme thing is not what's going on with us. It's something else entirely."

"I'll take your word on that." And we left it at that.

A few days later, on Christmas Eve, we talked again. Everybody else was doing some last-minute shopping, and Jessie and I had the house to ourselves. We were in the kitchen, drinking eggnog, and chatting easily with each other. She let it slip that she was getting close to her period again, and that got me to thinking about what she said. I asked her if there was anybody else in her life right now.

"No," she said. "I've dated a few other guys, but I haven't found a keeper. They just want to get into my pants."

"Well, have you let them?"

"Sometimes, usually just before my cycle. Frankly, it helps my cramps, like I've told you before. God, I wish I had a boyfriend in this town! I've called around, but all the guys I went to high school with are either not around or they're going with somebody else."

"I bet Jeff would fuck you if I asked him to."

"What? Are you shitting me? Jeff would never do that! I mean, his own sister!"

"Would you want him to?"

"Emily, I can't talk about this!"

"Why not?" I took a deep breath, and continued. "Look, you said something the other day about how we all 'fuck like bonobos,' as you put it. Do you know why? It's because we're entirely open with each other. We talk about our needs to each other, and we listen to each other. We feel that if we love each other as deeply as we do, we owe it to each other. Believe me, there's no other way this would work. But since we're all open and trusting with each other, there are no barriers that keep us from giving each other what the other person wants ... or needs."

I stopped and studied her reaction. Her attention was riveted on me, but she didn't seem to be upset about what I was talking about, so I pressed on.

"There was another time something like this came up. It was last summer. Sara started having fantasies about fucking Jeff. It was tearing her up inside. We all talked about it, and we decided that the best thing to do was to let them sleep together, to get it out of their systems. And that's what we did."

"You mean, Jeff got it on with Mom? I don't believe it."

"It's true. Do you blame them, or think less of them now?"

"Oh, God. I don't know. Are they still ... doing it?"

"No. They both enjoyed it, but once they did it, they didn't feel that there was any need to keep doing it. You can see that it didn't affect their feelings for each other as mother and son. But they know each other in a way that they didn't earlier, and they know something more about themselves, too. And it was good for both of them. Believe me, I know."

She sat there for a minute, tracing her finger around the rim of the glass, glancing up at me. Then she spoke.

"Emily, what did Dad think of this? Did he know?"

"He knew, and gave his blessing. I did, too. Jessie, they wouldn't have done it otherwise. But Paul loves your mother, and he loves Jeff, and he would have done anything to make them happy if it was within his power. And I felt the same way, for all of them. That's real love."

At that point, I was debating whether to bring up the fact that Paul had fantasies about Jessie, too. But I didn't have to, because she brought it up herself.

"I guess that all makes sense. I can understand Mom having the hots for Jeff. I think Dad had the hots for me at one point, too. It was the way he'd look at me, sometimes. God knows that I didn't encourage it, and God knows that he never once mentioned it to me. But it was there. I could feel it. But I don't think I could get up the nerve to make love to him, even if he asked me."

"And he won't ask. I think I kind of took the wind out of that sail, you might say. But even if I didn't, I doubt if he would do anything that makes you even the slightest bit uncomfortable. He's a very caring man. That's why we love him so much."

"We?"

"Me. Sara. Elly. Jeff, too, in his own way. You, too, in your own way."

She smiled. "So you understand. I'm glad."

"So, to get back to the subject, what would you say if Jeff wanted to fuck you? Would you say no?"

"Damn you, Emily! You've just asked me what I've just been asking myself. Do you know I've had fantasies about him? Especially after seeing you two together?"

"Really?"

"Yeah. I think I was just jealous ... here I am, stuck with a bunch of brainless boyfriends, and there you are, with a person who I know for a fact is the best guy there is, the perfect man. I wanted to be you. I wanted to have a guy like that care for me, like Jeff cared for you. There, I said it. That's really why I was so mad at you last summer."

It was my turn to be quiet for a minute. "I'm sorry, Jessie. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"No, Emily. I hurt myself." She smiled at me, but there was a tear in her eye. "It should be me asking forgiveness, not you. You are really the sweetest person I've ever met."

"There's nothing I wouldn't give you to make you happy, Jessie. Including Jeff."

"How could I even ask him?"

"There's a family protocol for that. You go over to him, and say, 'Dearest brother of mine, please fuck me.' That should work."

"Oh, wow. Oh, wow. I don't know what to say, except thanks but no thanks. I don't think I could do it. I couldn't go down that road, even if it's okay with him, and you."

"That's cool, too. I appreciate that! You are who you are, and we love who you are."

"But that sure was a tempting offer! I mean, these cramps!" We laughed. "To be honest, I sure could use a good balling right now."

"Does it have to be a cock? Can't you just get yourself off?"

"It's just not very reliable for me. My vibrator died last week, and I really need that stimulation. I don't suppose you have one I could borrow?"

"Gosh, no. But we've got the hot tub."

"What do you mean?"

"Have you ever gotten yourself off in a hot tub?"

She shook her head.

"C'mon," I said. "I'll show you." And I started to take my shirt off, exposing my bra-less booblets. "Let's get naked and have a soak!"

"Geez, Emily. I'm not gay!"

"Who said you were? Listen, I'm not going to put the moves on you. I just want to show you how to get off, so you can do it yourself."

She looked at me for a minute, and then she shrugged and started unbuttoning her blouse. We continued stripping as we made our way to the hot tub room. When she got her bra off, I thought: those are the prettiest titties I've ever seen, a lot like Sara's but smaller and firmer, with nips that were shorter but still stood out proudly, begging to be sucked. I wanted to compliment her on them, but I held my tongue. No use scaring her off before we even start! We slipped off our jeans and panties, and into the water we went.

I began by showing her my usual trick of putting my pussy against the jet and playing with my cunt lips. She followed suit. "Move your body closer, then back off," I said. "That's another way to vary the pressure." Oh, how I wanted to put my hands on her hips to guide her! But I knew she wasn't ready for that.

"Mmm. That feels good. Even if I didn't get off, I could do this for hours."

"Jessie, would you prefer that your mother showed you all this? She knows all the tricks now."

"Oh, Geez, no! I could never do this in front of her! But you're okay, though."

I was relieved. So we just stood that way for a while, on separate jets. I got myself off easily, and let her know by my moans, although I still refrained from touching her. Gradually, she got into it, too, and she started groaning with pleasure. When she finally climaxed, I smiled.

"Did that help your cramps?"

"A little bit. I needed more, though."

"Where?"

"Inside me. I needed..."

"Your G-spot?"

"My what? Oh, that."

"What do you mean, 'Oh, that?'"

"I've tried to find it, but I can't. I just figured I didn't have one. A lot of girls don't, you know."

Like a lot of boys don't have dicks, I thought. Right.

"But you get off having a cock inside you, right?"

"Oh, yeah, sure!"

"Listen, Jessie. You're gonna have to trust me. I think I can show you how to find it, and how to use it."

"Like you're an expert?"

"Well, I know how to find it on Elly, and on your mom. And on me! How different can you be?"

"But I told you I'm not gay."

"Gay, shmay. You've let gynecologists feel around in there, right?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

"So just think of me as Doctor Emily. C'mon! What can you lose?"

She thought a minute and then she smiled. "OK. What do I have to do?"

"First, go pee. Then come back here."

When she got back, I had some towels stacked on the edge of the hot tub for her to sit on.

"Now get yourself aroused again. Play with your clittie on the jet again, if you want. Whatever it takes."

"No, I'll just sit here." Her hand moved to her vulva, with its neatly trimmed bush, and she began to stroke it.

"Do you mind if I play with myself while you do?"

"If you want to. Does it get you off watching another woman jill off?"

"Only the pretty ones," I ventured. "But I love watching men get themselves off. Their faces look so cute when they cum, all scrunched up."